Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 101

Annabel had just finished the last dish when Carla came breezing through the kitchen with Asha in tow, having decided the three of them should take a walk on the beach. Pausing only to fill a flask with brandy in case it was chilly, she took Annabel by the arm and led the way.

 

In fact the fog had cleared and it had turned into a beautiful night with a blazing bright half-moon illuminating the sky. They walked down to the waterline and first Carla, then the other two, took off their shoes and began to wade in the ocean.

 

Nobody said much but it was clear they were sharing a Moment. Feeling happy and wild and uninhibited, Carla pulled off her top and let her breasts bob free. Neither Annabel nor Asha showed much of an outward reaction, though all four eyes were clearly focused on Carla’s glorious, moonlit orbs.

 

Deciding to just go for it, Carla peeled off her yoga pants and tossed them aside. Sly smiles were now playing on Annabel and Asha’s faces, and after a few seconds, they both began to shed clothes too. Asha’s sari was a little too nice to throw in the sand, so after carefully folding it she sat it atop the pile of clothes Carla had started.

 

Carla was not coy about drinking in the sight of Asha’s naked body, which was every bit as magnificent as she would have expected. Of course, she mused, it’s not like yoga clothes leave much to the imagination anyway; Asha’s general shape was already ingrained on her mind and libido. But it was nice to be able to add details like the dark, smallish nipples and the jet-black bush, sparse at the top and thickening as it plunged between her legs.

 

Glancing over at Annabel, Carla saw that she too was mesmerized by the apparition before them. And why shouldn’t she be?

 

Asha herself was looking up into the sky with an aura of total serenity. Carla took one last long look — telling herself that later she would lick every inch of that soft brown body now glowing copper in the moonlight — then forced herself to tear her gaze away, turned, and began to wade into deeper water.

 

* * *

 

Later, as they were walking back to the house, Carla hung back, watching Asha and Annabel’s rear ends sway as they walked side by side, giggling like schoolgirls. The skinny-dip had felt very innocent somehow, like they were three playful mermaids frolicking. Even now, though the sight of Asha’s body filled her heart with lust, Carla was in no hurry to start anything.

 

Inside they all got bottles of water and adjourned, still naked, to the living room, where Carla piled some wood into the fireplace. She was still a little wet from the swim, and a fire seemed like a good idea.

 

Once the flames were flickering, Carla sat down opposite Asha, who had pulled a blanket over herself — was it out of modesty, Carla wondered, or because she had been chilly? It was probably a good thing she had, though; Carla was suddenly feeling a bit revved up. The sight of Asha’s nude body just then might have caused her to lose control, and she wanted to do this right.

 

After finding the flask and pouring the contents, untouched till now, into three snifters, Carla started asking Asha questions about herself. She was shy at first but soon opened up, and talked quite a bit about her father, who had been suffering a serious illness for months now.  

 

At this point the conversation turned solemn, and Carla found herself wondering if her plans were going to be frustrated; how could she make a move now? And then she chastised herself for thinking that way — so selfish of her.

 

It had been quiet in the room as Carla had this inner dialogue, and it was Asha who broke the silence. 

 

“So just to be clear,” said Asha, “you want to make love to me.”

 

Carla almost spit out the brandy in her mouth; the vibe had been in the air, obviously, but she was momentarily taken aback by the directness of the question. Was Asha teasing her, even rebuking her? But looking into the yoga teacher’s eyes, Carla realized that the question was a sincere one, and a warm  grin crept over her face as she answered.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Both of you,” Asha asked, looking from Carla to Annabel and back again.

 

Leaning forward, Carla caught Annabel’s eye and they both nodded in unison. “That’s right,” said Carla, as Annabel giggled a little nervously. It felt strange to think that, not long ago, she had been the innocent one. It seemed like years ago.

 

“Why?” 

 

It took Carla a moment to respond, the answer seemed so patently obvious. “Because you’re beautiful. Sexy. Wonderful. Delightful.”

 

“But the two of you are happy being together.”

 

Again, Carla was briefly stymied by the simple directness of Asha’s viewpoint. Finally she said, “Well, sure.”

 

“Then why do you need more?”

 

 Carla thought about this for a moment, and finally answered, “More is better.” She again looked over at Annabel and said, “I mean, isn’t it?”

 

Annabel shrugged. To be sure, there were times when Annabel felt that she alone ought to be enough for Carla, and wondered why her stepdaughter was always seeking out new conquests. On the other hand, it just seemed like part of who Carla was; she had never presented herself as being any other way.

 

Suddenly Annabel noticed that Asha was staring at her, waiting for her to answer, and she realized that having come this far, it would be incredibly disappointing not to go all the way. “We’ll make you feel good,” she said plainly and earnestly. “I promise.”

 

Asha smiled a warm but somewhat abashed smile. It was clear she was hesitant to say something but was going to do it anyway.

 

“I’ve never...” she began, then trailed off, looking unsure of herself.

 

“You’ve never been with a woman before?” Carla prompted, delighted that she would able to introduce Asha to the delights of lesbian love.

 

Asha shook her head. “With anyone.” 

 

Carla was stunned. Was it really possible that this magnificent creature, this full-grown woman who radiated confidence and serenity while oozing sex from every pore, was a virgin? It boggled the mind.

 

“Really?” Carla burst out incredulously, immediately cursing herself for doing so. “I mean, it’s fine. I mean it’s great. I just mean... wow.”

 

Taking a big swig of brandy, Carla looked over at Annabel, who was also clearly surprised but doing her best to look neutral. Images of what was about to happen began to flash through Carla’s head, and returning her gaze to Asha she said, “We’re going to take very good care of you.”

 

This time Asha’s smile was full and radiant. “Very well then,” she said, and pulled the blanket off.

 

Somehow Asha had become even more lovely in the last hour. For a long moment all Carla could do was stare, silently thanking the Goddess for all She had done in creating woman. She wondered if she was drooling visibly. Well, who could blame her if she was?

 

Standing, Carla nodded to Annabel, and the two of them approached the chair where Asha sat. They shared a three-way kiss that was long and lingering, soft and passionate. Then Carla began to kiss her way across Asha’s cheek to her left ear, while Annabel did the same on the other side.

 

Annabel continued to mirror Carla as they moved down Asha’s neck, across her shoulder, and finally to her breasts. Those little nipples were hard as rocks now, and she began to moan as Carla and Annabel nibbled on them. 

 

Carla had already been pretty wet and now could feel the liquid running down her thighs. But her own pleasure wasn’t important now; what mattered was making Asha feel good. She looked up at the Indian woman, who was wide-eyed now, her mouth open, panting a little. Carla gave her a wink and moved down to Asha’s midriff, where Annabel quickly joined her. They then made their way down Asha’s hips and thighs to her knees, which they kissed while gently nudging them apart.

 

Carla kissed the soft inside of Asha’s left knee; Annabel did the same to the right. Slowly, slowly they began to move up Asha’s inner thighs until they met in the middle. 

 

* * *

 

The first morning sunlight was seeping in through the windows by the time Asha gently but firmly pushed them away, having come so hard so many times that she was feeling a little faint. Carla found her brandy and had a hearty quaff, feeling very satisfied with her work. Then she kissed Annabel on one sticky cheek and whispered “Well done” into her ear.

 

When she had had some water and recovered a bit, Asha, being a conscientious person, wanted to reciprocate. Carla insisted that Annabel go first, and sat sipping her drink as Asha earnestly but clumsily went down on her stepmother. 

 

After a while Carla sat down her snifter and got on her knees beside Asha. Kissing silky lips redolent of Annabel’s pussy, Carla thought she had died and gone to heaven. For a moment she completely forgot about Annabel, who had been waiting patiently while Asha fumbled around with her genitals. Finally Carla broke the kiss and set about showing Asha how to make a woman come.

 

* * *

 

When it was her turn Carla discovered that Asha was a fast learner. Having waited so long, Carla orgasmed very quickly, which put a delighted grin on Asha’s face. Encouraged, she went back to work, determined to pay back as much as possible of the pleasure Carla had given her.

 

Catching Annabel’s eye, Carla gave her silent instructions. Asha didn’t really need any help, but it couldn’t hurt....

 

* * *

 

When it was all over Asha got dressed, saying she had to get home. Carla would have loved for her to stay but understood. The three of them hugged and kissed and Carla told Asha she was welcome anytime. “I mean it,” she said. “Any. Time.”

 

But when Asha was gone Carla got the feeling, she didn’t know why, that this would be a one-time thing. Well, if so, it would be a unique and delicious memory. Shrugging her shoulders, Carla took Annabel by the hand and they made their way upstairs to bed. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Three orgasms later, Carla looked over at Constance, who was now leaning back with Annabel’s head resting on her thigh. Gently stroking Annabel’s blond hair, Constance smiled over at Carla and raised an eyebrow as if to say, Now what?

 

Once again, Carla sensed that she and Constance were on the same wavelength. There was really only one proper way to finish off this party. Standing up, Carla grabbed two strap-ons and handed one to Constance. The older woman grinned, gently eased Annabel off of her, and began to harness up.

 

* * *

 

After a half-hour’s thirsty work, Carla stepped over the prone forms of Annabel and Caprice to go to the bathroom for water. Until a minute ago they had been making out while Carla fucked Caprice from behind and Constance did likewise to Annabel; now they just lay there looking sweaty and spent. In the corner Constance sat sipping wine and staring at her phone.

 

After hydrating Carla took a minute to find her own phone, only to discover that a message had come in about 15 minutes previously from Asha, asking if it was too late to come over. Carla almost dropped her phone in her haste to text “No!” Then she decided that sounded too curt, and typed “Absolutely not too late! Come on over,” adding a few smiley faces.

 

Upstairs Constance and Caprice were dressing to head out. That meant there wouldn’t be much of a party left when Asha arrived, but that suited Carla just fine.

 

* * *

 

Carla and Annabel put on yoga clothes and killed time while waiting for Asha — who lived way on the other side of town — by doing a few poses. Carla had mostly sobered up by this point; her high had settled into a pleasant, gentle buzz. She felt enormously energetic and alive, and more so with every asana they did. She was practically glowing when the doorbell rang.

 

* * *

 

Asha looked gorgeous as always, but also a little harried, a little worn around the edges. In Carla’s eyes, this air of vulnerability only made her all the more enchanting.

 

“Sorry I’m so late,” she said as she came in. “My dad’s been sick, and... well, it’s really hard to get away.”

 

“But you made it,” said Carla soothingly. “That’s what matters.” She wrapped Asha in a warm embrace, stretching it out as long as she possibly could without making the poor thing uncomfortable.

 

Asha was wearing a simple but elegant embroidered turquoise sari. “I didn’t have time to find a real costume,” she said apologetically.

 

Carla almost blurted out, “But you’re already always a goddess, anyway.” But she decided that would be laying it on a little thick — even if it was true. So instead all she said was, “You look beautiful.”

 

As they walked into the living room Asha looked around, noticing how quiet it was in the house. “I guess I missed the party.”

 

“You didn’t miss much,” Carla lied. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

 

Asha hesitated, saying “I don’t drink very often,” and then appeared to change her mind. “Actually,” she said, “to be honest, I would like that very much.”

 

They went into the kitchen and Carla poured Asha a big glass of Pinot, along with one for herself. Annabel was just finishing loading the dishwasher; all that remained now was to put away the leftovers and clean the pots and pans. After giving Asha a hug, Annabel asked, “Are you hungry?”

 

“As a matter of fact,” answered Asha, “I’m ravenous.”

 

Carla helped Asha fix a plate, explaining to her about the two different kinds of pasta sauce, loaded and unloaded. Asha took mostly the latter, then added a tiny dab of the former, her eyes glittering mischievously. Carla could tell that she was really in the mood to cut loose.

 

A good girl ready to be bad — what could be better than that? 

The three of them sat in the kitchen and chatted while Asha ate, then Carla refilled her wine glass and escorted her to the living room. Annabel said she was going to stay and finish the cleanup, and as they left she looked after them wistfully. She was a little jealous of the way Carla looked at Asha. Most of the time Annabel was not threatened by Carla’s outside interests, but this one felt a little different.

 

Then again, what was their relationship, really? It wasn’t going to be all that long until Carla went back to school, and Annabel was going to have to figure out how to navigate her own future. As she began to scrub the most stubbornly greasy pot, she counseled herself to be patient, to let things happen and see where they took her.

 

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Carla looked deep into Constance’s eyes, and something seemed to pass between them. They were on the same wavelength; Carla sensed a kindred spirit behind those blue orbs.

“I wonder if you might do me a favor,” said Constance.

“If I can I will,” answered Carla. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” began Constance, “you see, Caprice and I have been together for awhile now. And as time has passed, I’m afraid I’ve gone soft on her. My punishments just don’t get through the way they used to.”

“I can see how that would be a problem,” agreed Carla.

“And she has been acting like a real princess lately. She’s desperately in need of a good, sound spanking.”

“And you think I could be the one to do that?” asked Carla. Constance nodded and Carla said, “I’m very flattered. I’d be happy to see what I can do.” Looking over at Annabel, she added, “Come to think of it, this one has been a little uppity lately too. Maybe we could trade favors.”

Constance grinned, a devilish gleam in her eye. “That sounds like fun.”

Annabel felt a shiver down her spine that was a combination of fear and excitement. Constance was more or less a stranger, and who knew what level of cruelty she might be capable of. But Annabel’s pussy, which had a mind of its own, was all atingle at the prospect of what was about to happen.

She didn’t think she really had been “uppity,” whatever Carla meant by that, but she certainly wasn’t going to say anything. And anyway it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she belonged to Carla; if this was what Carla wanted, this was what was going to happen. The idea of being so thoroughly possessed gave Annabel a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Untying Caprice’s feet from the foot of the bed, Carla lifted them up over her head and tied them off again, this time to the head of the bed. In this position Caprice’s rear end was straight up in the air, looking tender and round and begging for attention. Carla stroked it with her hand; it was unbelievably soft, so perfectly formed that it seemed almost a shame to mark it up. But into each life some rain must fall....

Constance, after inventorying Carla’s gear, had opted to keep it simple; she cuffed Annabel’s hands behind her back, ball-gagged her, and bent her over so her ass was in the air, allowing her a small pillow under her head. For implements of punishment, Carla chose a cane, and Constance picked a paddle that Carla rarely used.

Carla and Constance took turns with the punishment, watching each other out of one eye the whole time. They started slowly and gently, then gradually ramped up the intensity. Caprice, who was ungagged, began to moan loudly; Annabel let out a few muffled grunts, but for the most part took her punishment stoically. All four women in the room were lubricating copiously; the air was thick with the scent of female.

Now Carla began to tattoo Caprice’s inner thighs with rhythmic little taps. Constance responded by pushing Annabel’s legs apart and slapping the paddle back and forth between them. When Carla touched the tip of the cane to Caprice’s crotch, she let out a yelp that was almost comical. Constance, looking on, smiled to herself; she knew very well how worked up Caprice got when she was spanked.

Sliding one knee between Annabel’s legs, Constance let her rub on it for a few seconds before resuming the punishment. Looking down, she saw that the knee was now glistening with a shiny, sticky coat of juice.

In the end both asses were glowing warm and red, but no major damage had been done. Caprice was so sweet and succulent, Carla just didn’t have the heart to punish her very hard; and Constance was happy to follow her lead, already thinking about what was going to happen next.

What happened next was that Carla got a bottle of cooling mist from her bedside table and sprayed down the rumps of the two bound women. Pulling off Annabel’s gag, she pointed Annabel’s head in Constance’s direction and said, “Now eat the nice lady’s pussy. And do it right.”

As Annabel moved to obey, Carla untied Caprice and took a seat across from the bed. Caprice took a minute to stretch and get her circulation right, and Carla let her; the position she’d been in had been pretty awkward. But finally Caprice looked up and, seeing the expression on Carla’s face, knew exactly what was wanted of her. She rolled over onto the floor, crawled over, and took up a position between Carla’s legs.

Spreading her legs wide and feeling Caprice’s tongue slide inside her, Carla sighed contentedly. Things were working out just perfectly.

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The first to leave the party was Jude, who had simply experienced all the pleasure her body could take. Plus she’d had a long week and exhaustion had caught up with her.

There was a break in the action as everyone said goodbye to her. Carla walked her to the door and they gave each other pecks on the cheek. “I hope to see you again,” said Carla, and she meant it.

Jude smiled. “Well, first thing is I’m going to sleep for about 50 hours. But I’ll be in touch.”

Dylan left not long after; she’d gotten up super-early that morning and was wiped out. Annabel decided to get a head start on loading the dishwasher, and Katya sweetly volunteered to help her. That left Carla alone with Constance and Caprice.

Carla fixed a round of drinks and sat down to chat them up. She was very curious about the nature of their relationship, but didn’t feel like she could come right out and ask. So she started asking them general questions about themselves, hoping to get a feel for what the situation was.

At first they seemed hesitant to share personal information, but as the conversation went on they began to open up. Constance, in particular, seemed to welcome the opportunity to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge her. Eventually the story that began to emerge was this: Constance had been Caprice’s mother’s girlfriend for a couple years, about a decade previously. They had broken up and Caprice’s mother had gone back to dating men; Constance had been her only lesbian lover.

Then about a year ago Caprice’s mother had died suddenly of a heart condition, shortly after Caprice had graduated from college. Constance had attended the funeral, and the unspoken attraction that had long existed between the two of them had evolved into overwhelming pull that took them both by surprise. They’d been together ever since.

Caprice’s mother had been wealthy, and Caprice had inherited it all. As a result they lived quite well, though Constance worked only part-time as a graphic designer. But despite the fact that it was Caprice who had the money, Constance was unquestionably the dominant one in the relationship, and this arrangement suited them both perfectly.

When she went to the kitchen for ice, Carla was unsurprised to find that the dishwasher-loading had been paused while Annabel, on her knees, fucked Katya with a face dildo. Carla gave Katya a kiss on the forehead, got her ice, and left the room, motor revving and mind churning with ideas.

* * *

 

Carla offered to give Constance and Caprice a tour of the house, and they gladly accepted. Constance could tell from the look in Carla’s eyes that she had something in mind, and after this pleasant interval was more than ready for whatever it was.

The tour ended in Carla’s bedroom, where Carla said to Caprice, “This bed is super-comfortable. You should try it.” Caprice obliged, stretching out all of her limbs, closing her eyes, and sinking into the extra-soft mattress. She could sense movement in the room, and was only a little surprised to feel first her wrists, and then her ankles, being tied to the bed.

Keeping one eye on Constance to gauge her reaction, Carla lifted Caprice’s skirt and pulled down her top to reveal her breasts. They were quite large relative to her frame, so much so that you might almost think they were fake; but Carla could tell at a glance that they were 100% real. They shook like jelly with every little movement she made.

Carla fished a pair of nipple clamps out of her bedside table and snapped them on to Caprice’s tender pink nubs. Then she grabbed her pinwheel and began to stimulate the bound girl, starting at her feet and moving up.

Constance took a seat and watched contentedly as Carla slowly tortured her young lover. Caprice gazed up at Carla doe-eyed and submissive, looking impossibly beautiful as she writhed and moaned softly.

Finally Carla couldn’t wait another moment. She pulled off the clamps and began to suckle on Caprice’s magnificent boobs, stretching her mouth to take in as much as possible. After getting her fill, Carla began to move down. She spent a good long time kissing and nibbling Caprice’s baby-soft inner thighs before diving in — which she did with gusto.

At this point Constance decided it was finally time to get involved. Walking over to the bed, she bent forward and penetrated Carla with her tongue. Letting out a little yelp, Carla looked back over her shoulder and smiled a pussy-juice-smeared smile, then went back to work.

* * *

Once the dishwasher was loaded, Katya decided that it was time for her to head home, and headed off in search of Carla to say goodnight. She found Carla ardently strap-on fucking the bound Caprice as Constance rode the younger woman’s face. Suddenly Katya had a new sense of energy, and she leaned in to lap at Caprice’s clit as Carla pounded away.

After awhile Annabel began to wonder where everyone had gone, then heard moaning from upstairs and went to investigate. Going up the stairs she passed Katya coming down; she had finally had her fill and was heading home. “Are you sure you’re OK to drive?” asked Annabel.

Katya smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Please, darling. I know my dosage. I’m a professional.”

Annabel giggled and they kissed each other goodbye. When Annabel got to Carla’s bedroom she found Caprice still tied to the bed, but Carla and Constance were sitting across the room, each holding a hose of Carla’s favorite hookah. A cloud of haze hung in the air.

“Where have you been?” Carla asked with a bit of an edge in her voice.

Annabel was taken aback by her tone. “I was... um... downstairs... I was....” Eventually she just trailed off. It had really been more of a rhetorical question, anyway.

In truth, Carla’s mind was spinning fast, trying to figure out what to do next. She knew that opportunities like this didn’t come around every day, and was determined to make the most of it. 

Suddenly she flashed back to the vision she’d had when they’d first seen Constance and Caprice in the restaurant. She would never have a better chance to make it a reality than she did right now.

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Everyone filled their plates buffet-style and adjourned to the dining room, where they set about stuffing their faces with Carla’s delicious food. All of them ended up going back for seconds, and some for thirds; the conversation got louder and louder as the wine flowed and the THC-infused pasta sauce began to take effect, and so no one heard the doorbell when it rang. Fortunately Annabel was on her way back from the bathroom at the time.

When she opened the door the faces she saw were familiar, but it took her a few seconds to place them — they were the two women Carla had talked to at the restaurant. The older one, who introduced herself as Constance, was fitted out like a dominatrix: black leather bustier and skirt, black gloves, and thigh-high spiked boots. In her hand she held one end of a chain, the other end of which was attached to the younger woman’s collar. “And this is Caprice,” she said.

Annabel looked Caprice up and down appreciatively; she’d looked beautiful in the restaurant, but today she was absolutely radiant: Dressed all in white, with a midriff-bearing white fur crop top, an extremely short white leather skirt, and knee-length matching socks. All the white combined with her angelic face lent her a certain innocence, but hers was a body clearly made for sin, with generous curves on an otherwise thin frame.

In the dining room the meal was wrapping up, and Constance and Caprice had already eaten anyway; but Katya offered them the special cookies and Caprice, after looking to Constance for approval, happily gobbled one down. After that everyone adjourned to the deck to get ready for fireworks.

Unfortunately the fog had started to roll in while they ate, and by the time the sun was down the house was completely socked in. It became quite chilly and several people went inside to layer up; Carla allowed Annabel to put on an overcoat over her bikini. 

Arming herself with a snifter of brandy against the cold, Carla settled back in a deck chair, and Annabel snuggled in between her legs. In this weather the fireworks were more like patches of colored fog, but Carla enjoyed them anyway; it helped that she was as stoned as she’d ever been in her life.

As soon as the fireworks were over the group headed back inside for dessert. The mood of the party had shifted; as if by mutual agreement, all inhibitions were now shed. Carla, thinking it looked unlikely that Asha was going to show up, decided to go ahead and indulge herself. As soon as she finished her dessert, she made a beeline for Jude, who was sitting on the living room couch finishing her chocolate mousse.

Before she knew what hit her Jude was stretched out across the couch with Carla atop her in 69 position. Not that she minded; she was pretty high herself, and the Mighty Aphrodite was having its usual effect, making her horny beyond belief. Carla’s pussy was, possibly, even more delicious than the mousse.

Kim, meanwhile, had explained her mission to Constance and Caprice, who were quite happy to help out. Constance let Caprice have the first turn, and sat with her legs crossed watching as Kim knelt and began to service her young lover.

Annabel found herself sandwiched between Katya and Dylan, her pussy burning with need as their hands explored her body. It took them a few minutes to figure out how to get the bikini off, but they eventually managed it. Kneeling to show her gratitude, Annabel lifted Dylan’s skirt only to find a big black strap-on staring her in the face. Shrugging, she started sucking it. A few seconds later Annabel gasped as Katya, who had now harnessed up as well, plunged into her from behind.

In the kitchen Monica had hoisted Courtney up onto the table and was licking mousse off her. Courtney writhed and moaned as Monica’s tongue roamed around licking up every last droplet of the sweet goo she’d put there.

 

* * *

When she finally looked up from between Jude’s legs, her face coated with juice and a stray brown pubic hair stuck to her chin, Carla saw Kim moving on from Caprice to Constance, who opened her legs and lifted her skirt. 

 

Kim took hold of Constance’s black panties on either side and the older woman lifted herself to wriggle out of them; she had the grace of a dancer. As Kim’s head moved down into her crotch, Constance tugged Caprice’s leash and pointed; Caprice obediently dropped to the floor and slid underneath Kim, and her face quickly disappeared into Kim’s wet pussy.

Carla climbed off Jude, who lay there panting with a crooked smile and a faraway look in her eyes, and went to the kitchen for a drink. Courtney and Monica were now 69ing on the table, and feeling mischievous, Carla found a wooden spatula and gave each girl a few swats on the rump. They giggled but not for a second did they stop feasting on each other; they were both close to coming and each was determined to make the other orgasm first.

* * *

 

For a few minutes Jude just lay sprawled across the couch, not feeling particularly inclined to move or do anything else. Carla had made maximum use of her talented tongue, and Jude’s whole body was still tingling with a delicious afterglow. But then her eyes came to rest on the spectacle of Annabel getting pounded at both ends by Katya and Dylan, and before long she started to feel a deep-seated itch that there was only one way to scratch. So she pulled herself up from the couch, walked over, and laid herself down on top of Annabel facing the opposite direction.

Dylan could see from the look in Jude’s eyes what she needed, so she obligingly pulled out of Annabel’s pussy and pushed the dildo into Jude’s mouth. It was thoroughly coated with Annabel’s juices, the taste and texture of which gave Jude a wonderfully depraved feeling. Katya followed suit, flexing her hips to withdraw her phallus from Annabel’s mouth, then driving it home into Jude’s cunt with resounding force.

Annabel felt momentarily empty and frustrated, but she’d had her fun — and with Jude’s whole weight on her, she couldn’t go anywhere, so she decided to make the best of it and be helpful. She extended her tongue and touched it to Jude’s clit, and immediately felt the vibration of an orgasm above her — the first of many that Jude would have in the next few minutes.

By the time Carla came back into the room, Jude had climbed off and staggered back to the couch, where she collapsed in a sodden, spent heap. Katya had resumed fucking Annabel, while Dylan had taken off her strap-on and was now sitting on Annabel’s face. The sight of Dylan’s gorgeous red bush stirred something in Carla, as it always did, so she took a couple steps forward and stood over Annabel with her crotch directly at Dylan’s eye level. Dylan took the hint and nuzzled her nose into Carla’s pubic hair before beginning to lick, first Carla’s inner thighs and then her pussy.

Across the room, Kim and Caprice were now 69ing on the floor as Constance looked on, cradling a drink in one hand and fingering herself with the other. Carla grinned at the sight; apparently Caprice’s pussy had been so delicious that Kim just had to go back for seconds. She hoped to sample it herself before the night was through.

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